The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-05-15
rible evidence of misery in the shrunken,

rible evidence of misery in the shrunken,
pallid features.
"Id niver a thou't a bye could change
loike that in a few hours, Mrs. Main, dear, "
said woman among the spectators to her
neighbor. "Indade, I'd hardly know twas
Jack Rood, begorraw
The woman she addressed was intently
scrutinizing the partial view of the pris-
oner's face which was all that she could oh
tain from her seat. Suddenly the lad
turned swift glance upon the assembage
and she started violently. Leaning toward
her companion she whispered few words
in her ear The other gave a grunt of in
credulity and then looked attentively at the
dock after which she exclaimed in tone of
amusement and awe:
BE tn powers, ye're right! TIL saints
She stopped for the Judge was speaking.
"What is your namem
John Rood"
There was peculiar slur upon the first
name that led the Judge to conclude that the
lad was of foreign birth.
''Are you of American parentagep
Eyes, sir
SIS this your first offenser
''It isl
''You have, am told, confessed your
theft from your employer and restored the
money. The court, therefore, taking into
consideration your youth and the fact that
this is your first offense, commits you TO de-
tention in the House of Correction for 30
days. Whatm
1t was no word-that inarticulate sound
nor was it moan. It was simply an effort
to suppress the ruddy stream that came
yelling up from child's weary aud broken
heart. An indistinguishable nnur;nur from
the white lips, a swaying OF the delicate
fI.ap1a. them a fall aud ppnfugiof of yni,.As
above and surmounting which came cry
of anguish from some one in the crowd-so
sharp that it snlote even the most hardened
breast i'll the great room; a rushing sound
and pushing aside of intervening bodies
What was this thet came tearing and fight
ing its way through the mass A queer
figure, clad in dingy, girls draperies, a
rough tear-stained face, surrounded by
short, fair hair, working III convulson OF
fear and grief; a harsh, broken, lads voice,
crying aloud in agony;
Jill! Jill Let me to her-l willget to her
she's my sister. Oh, Jill, you said 'twould
all come right. Jill! She is dead; l have
killed her!'
A hush of expectany and wonder fell upon
the court. InvoIuntarily the human mass
parted to make way fo9 the inslStence of
that struggling, sobbing figure 50 uncouth
in its strange dress In q moment it had
JCt1CllCil bllb uOCh iNltIt fiilttly itle
officer had raised the fallen body in his
arms, and with protesting, awkward,
jealous movement, and thrown its arms
about the unconscious form, gathered it to
its breast, and peered wildly into the still
face.
"Jill, Jill! Oh, come back, come back
again! She is not really dead, is she, sirI'
turning to the officer. 'She done this be-
fore; faint nothin', is its See, she's comm
alive now!"
''And, indeed, the eyes were slowly un-
closing. A moment the lids were stretched
wide and two pair OF blae eyes held each
other in a steady gaze--then one seemed to
grow gradually dim; the lips moved gently
and whisper came from them.
"Jacky, kiss me, dear. Dont-say-
to-nobody."
A soft, short sigh tender smile, and lit
tie Jill had gone TO the fiowery kingdom OF
which she had so often dreamed
A pause, during which an intense silence
filed the room, then almighty cry i'll a
cracked, boyish treble.
shes gone-Jills s gone-an' killed her
let her done it. She said 'twouidn't do no
harm an She could get free-an' she never
tole me lie-did you JillF'
There was scarcely dry eye in the place
as two officers passed through the ranks
bearing in their arms two figures so closely
alike that even in the two powers that held
them, death and his twin brother, insensi-
bility, there was not greater resemblance.